The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-12-01

nef nasty anger lnFONeu. Unless she
was translated" on Thanksgiving Day
she would be scorned and mocked at
by every person, old and young, for
miles around; and to be deprived of
the position her vaguely-expecte
translation had given her would, Aunt
Kitsy felt in her first despair, be less
desirable than death
Sam crept out of his hiding place
and hurried home, frightened at the
sight OF Aunt Kitsy wringing her hands
and moaning: at l do? Wat
ebber makes me s'po5e de Lawd want
ter translate al ole, dried-up, no.
count niggah? o Lawd, wat l do?
Dear, good, hyi1d Lawd. translate, me
ef its on'y inter Paisly county"
Thanksgiving Day arrived bright
and clear. There was a certain SUBJ
dued excitement in the air that would
have made Aunt kitsy shake and groan
even more than she had done all these
intervening days could she have felt it.
.'Let her lone, commanded Nanny
Suse, Glib her till night ter get her
transiatin done, afore dis crowd 90
roun' an make her shamed herself"
Sam chuckled.
WAT YOU a laffin' at?' demanded
Nanny Suse, sharply.
me laffin'?' innocently asked Sam.
81 amt seed muffin ter laf at yet:"
and he lodged a blow designed for
hi3 ear.
TIE dusk was reaching out its fing-
ers to the dark that Thanksgiving Eve
as a rap sounded on Aunt Kitsy's little
door, aud stalwart figure pushed its
way in, calling softly, "Aunt Kitsyw
"Who's dar?" asked Aunt Kitsy's
trembling voice. ''It's de Lawd's mes
senger!" she exclaimed to her herself.
He done h'ar de prars l ben sayin'
all dis awful day."
Its |, Aunt Kitsy," answer the
voice. ''Im your old masters son,
you remember. I've come to take you
home with me-"
As the old woman bedewed his hand
with her grateful tears, murmuring
Dress de Lawd! de good Lawd," he
continues:
Il met little darkey yesterday,
hanging on stump, away down i'll
HenShaw county, who stopped me and
wanted to know if | wasn't looking for
'ole Aunt Kitsy'; and, when found that
you were the Aunt KitSy had been
looking for so long. | told him to tell
you to be ready tomorrow and would
come after you. But he chuckled and
said you were all ready now, and he
guessed I'd better stop and get you to-
day, if I'd just as soon. So here | am.
Don't stop to pick up anything. You
shall have a snug little cottage on the
old plantation, with all you want to eat
and wear"
And he wrapped her trembling form
in warm shawls and carried her toward
the Old coach just visible in the twi
light.
''Wait bit, honey chiler whispered
Aunt Kitsy. '1s it de red an brack
kerrdge?'
Yes Auntie," laughed Tom; "and
the same old white horses too"
Dress de Lawdr" murmured Aunt
Kitsy. Nov kin go peaceful-like.
And the "eheryut' was soon out of
sight and hearing in the pines.
Many an awe-stricken group since
fire to hear told how Aunt Kitsy-a
name now mentioned with reverence
was translated one Thanksgiving night
leaving her house-door open and all
her belongings behind her.
Several of the story-tellers remem-
Der to have seen strange streaks re-
sembling fire in the sky, and one heard
the rumbling of the chariot-wheels.
Only Sam chuckled softly to himself
when these stories were told to
breathless audience.
Wat you lallin' at, you Sam?" his
mother would inquire. Pears like
you amt got no 'spect fur 'ligion, nur
muffin else. Wat am dar bout so
scrrus ting as a translashun ter be
a-lafiin' at?"
But Sam never told.
KATE A. BRADLEY.